The Poem Thread.
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ontheroadagain replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 3:45pm |
 Coolness: 54320 | HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
read the poem,look at the avatar!! priceless!! |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» daFTWin replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 3:55pm |
 Coolness: 276420 | i think its in the east.. near the olympic stadium.. or around there... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ontheroadagain replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 4:04pm |
| Coolness: 54320 | people learn to come together
through heartache,loss and pain by living through those painful times we have the most to gain |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ontheroadagain replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 4:12pm |
| Coolness: 54320 | by joining hands around the world
like children without hate forget the lessons we were taught remember to relate a childs eye's are truly blind WE teach them race and color if left to their own designs they would never hate each other so let us learn one thing today no need to push and shove lets hold hands,be like childen adopt brotherly love |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» nothingnopenope replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 4:14pm |
 Coolness: 201210 | I think you are mixing up schizophrenia with multiple personality disorder. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ontheroadagain replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 4:20pm |
| Coolness: 54320 | as i sit here looking at my screen
not knowing what will pour forth shaking with release unbridled the traffic jam subsides writing is like mental floss clarity is golden so much more behind the dam it must go through in trickles so as not to scour my soul anguish and joy are too intense stirred together they are volatile an art that's hard to master years of training it will take do i have enough time? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 5:14pm |
 Coolness: 63890 | cajmonkey: i'm gonna zoom zoom zoom my fist through yer face for gettin that damn jingle stuck in my head again.
it had been months!...months! since it had last been stuck in my brain. dammit |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» daFTWin replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 5:14pm |
| Coolness: 276420 | Let me take you to the promise land,
you and I, together we stand. Let me guide you to tomorrow, let me free you from the sorrow. Let me take you to a place I know. Soul to soul, baby it shows. let me free you from the sorrow, let me guide you to tomorrow. The sky is filled with lovely colors Surrender you love is not its ours. feels like heaven when your by my side you tended touch it makes me feel alright Cause you and I belong together Being with you is all that matters A journey of love, hand in hand a dream come true in the promised land. You can always count on happy hardcore for CHEESE. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 5:15pm |
 Coolness: 87050 | Frozen
The blue sky gives me hope the sunshine hits the ground But then I see a snowflake That wanted to be found it was expected by the ice by the wind who carried it over, and let it win They pile up one by one, or ten by ten. I look up to the blue sky, only to see a huge cloud moving over me. I notice a tree, I look for the leaves, there are none. Where have they all gone? The wind whispers in my ear: "automn ate them, as the cold came near." I stomp my foot on winter leaving a trace In those million snowflakes crushing them like enemies. My teardrop stops, to freeze on my cheek. my knees go weak, as i fall to the ground. Knees in the snow, Im letting go. Hands pressed on my stomach My forhead slowly dipping, in those snowflakes I dread. I can feel my blood freezing, into dark red ice. I can feel my veins tightening, feels like dying twice. My bleeding heart slowly stops, pushing out tear drops, solidifying on their way down creating a mask to hide this disgrace, to hide the expression on my face. Empty open eyes stuck in ice. Teeth biting my lower lip, to keep me from throwing a fit. I cannot move Im being suffocated by winter. I feel my teeth piercing my lip, I feel the drop of blood rolling down hitting the ground i let my whole body colapse because I couldnt care less I know Im stuck I let the blood freeze up, poor out, Sticking me to the ground I dont even feel my heart pound I cant even close my eyes they are frozen Nothing more to lose. I feel the dreaded snowflakes piling up over me around me Then im nothing. Im part of winter. My soul hovers on top of where my body lies, thats when i realise I never wanted to be alive. A flower Open eyes scattered across the room each set observing, searching for a flower in bloom. Watching the growth, sharing possibilities "What will she turn out like?" so many maybes. If she receives enough sunshine to give her color, If there are enough thunderstorms to make her grow faster, If the soil is stable and fertile she'll turn out just fine, we just have to give her a little more time. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» toebee replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 5:32pm |
| Coolness: 87050 | Every single smile
could be fake, every single mile could easily overtake your mind, your thoughts, Turn into that person you bought. Have you even got everything you dropped? were you smart enough not to think you were tough You know it, life's ruff. huff huff huff... puff puff puff... Oh now your THA MAN! you dont even understand... Do you know where you stand? The first word I said, I yelled it. The second I whispered in his ear, the third he barely heard me, cause he was nowehre near. Now i mumble in my corner, finding every minute harder finding you even further. When i think about murder, thank god im a prochrastinater cause im next on the list, im sick of being so pissed. Take that shiny knife press it against my skin slowly slit small cuts untill you reach my guts Ill never had enough. Its not because im tough, Its because im weak I just need a peek at death I wanto cut my breath and all the rest. Shoot it at my chest. You may smile for a while but is it worth it, the next morning, when you just feel like dying? |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» flatlinedive replied on Wed Mar 12, 2003 @ 6:19pm |
| Coolness: 63890 | Are you brave enough to put on
these wings that I have constucted? Will you fly in these star lit skies with me in search of the darkness beyond? And once we have reached it will you be strong enough to reach over and tear the wings from my back and watch me plunge to the depths. Will you want to follow me? Because I will not call for you or wait for you I only ask you now because I see in your eyes that your soul craves as much as mine does for an answer for a source for a perfect match to the shade of darkness inside you. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» PaT_ replied on Thu Mar 13, 2003 @ 2:31am |
| Coolness: 116280 | I walk the streets of life, finding them so desperately lonely and cold. The days go by quickly now, and memories are becoming hard to hold. Why must I continue my part in this never ending play, I wish I could just close my eyes at night and forever remain that way. Instead, I find myself smiling and laughing on cue, and as each day passes, it becomes harder and harder to do. I look forward to the moment when I can finally leave the stage, and step into that peaceful darkness leaving behind my hidden rage. A little voice inside my head promises "it won't be long now", So I wait until it's my turn to step forward, and take the final bow... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AngryChinchilla replied on Thu Mar 13, 2003 @ 10:18am |
 Coolness: 56045 | When the silence beckons
And the day draws to a close When the light of your life sighs And love dies in your eyes Only then will I realize What you mean to me... |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» mdc replied on Thu Mar 13, 2003 @ 12:34pm |
| Coolness: 148800 | when the race is over
and the crowd has left ill be racing still when my heart's been broke more than i like to remember don't cry for me for i am already dead |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» mindset replied on Thu Mar 13, 2003 @ 3:12pm |
| Coolness: 52530 | FUCK - another open letter to myself.
stop. dont continue a minute more. the intimately cruel pain inflicted by those who draw their energy via bucktoothed berating and redhaired hating and social checkmating has been deemed not fit to print ( or to sense, or feel, or to even be whispered about ). stop accepting the signal. actualize and realize the power and significance of friendship's rolling reality reeling it's film noir of redemption @ cafe pi on a cold friday's night. you are not bound by Part 15 of the FCC Rules. you are NOT subject to accepting any interference received. and you can especially FUCK interference that may cause undesired operation. yo, did you fucking hear me? FUCK interference that may cause undesired operation. FUCK the fcc and all the parts of its fascist social reality. FUCK those who accept the interference received. FUCK them and their undesired operation. stress the word 'FUCK' - our mightiest of imperative ascertations - let it linger in your mind, load this ammunition of absolute admonition in the face of disintellectual reproaches, dishuman cruelty, distorted reality - disgusting people. bang bang bang baby. that old faggot burroughs once said that 'if you feel like, after being in someone's presence, you've lost about a quart of plasma, avoid that presence.' your right to ascertain certain happiness devoid of petty social-geography must not be bound by the paradigmatic machinery of hateful minds. accusations of big-wordery ( verbosity being an unacceptable description of itself ) instantly resets the rules of engagement to the lowest common contaminator - 'engagement' euphemising 'interference' - the dissolution of will - the shrill cackle of the hater's laugh as she openly feeds on someone's pain. dont yell FUCK with hurt / pain / fear / sadness / madness / illness. FUCK is the absense of pain, it solely announces the presence of absolute determination - to claim yourself yours and no one elses. FUCK that shit. identify the wack, and FUCK it. leave the wack, once cursed, to it's own morbid decomposition. live and breathe and share the silly smiles of your favorite, the insight of your narcissitically mumbling liege, the bellydeep laughs of your ruckus causing starsky, the soothing love of your caring cat, the incredible experience provided by the perniciousnessly talented who slip in and out of your life, renewal found in the strength of your allies-in-existence. in short, honor the help and hope of the honest handful who knew you and would never deny that knowledge. they are to be cherished because they bring life to kant's numenal ideas and hume's phenomenal actions and mold form of sartre's being while casting light on his nothingness. they illustrate the path of your life, a life not bound by FCC Part 15 ( nor by dead philosophers whose tunes have long been played out on the dancefloor of our collective conscience ) - but held together by that shared, irressistible urge to fundamentally understand each other. yeah. |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» AngryChinchilla replied on Thu Mar 13, 2003 @ 4:01pm |
| Coolness: 56045 | Anyone, Anywhere
No one seems to care anymore (as) I wander through this night all alone No one feels the pain I have inside Looking at this world through my eyes No one really cares where I go Searching to feel warmth forever more The wheels of life they turn without me Now you are gone... eternally No... Don't leave me here The dream carries (me) on Inside I know... Its not too late Lost moments blown away Tonight Mankind, with your heresy Can't you see that this is killing me There's no one in this life To be here with me at my side |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» mdc replied on Thu Mar 13, 2003 @ 6:43pm |
| Coolness: 148800 | Not this time
I wanna feel your heart on mine I wanna feel your mind tonight I wanna make this moment last a lifetime |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» mdc replied on Thu Mar 13, 2003 @ 6:53pm |
| Coolness: 148800 | Stealing cups, it's closing time
Every success has its crime Now it's time to do the time For you Chance of rain right down you face .... I'll rest in place One more perfect, picture frame good-bye Not this time I wanna feel your heart on mine I wanna feel your mine tonight I wanna make this moment last a lifetime Shut the light and pull the drapes Sleep away these daunty days Reacquainted with the tired night In my dream you take my hand Brought me into foreign land Not this time I wanna feel your heart on mine I wanna feel your mind tonight I wanna make this moment last a lifetime |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» giorgio_moisi replied on Thu Mar 13, 2003 @ 6:54pm |
 Coolness: 55385 | social never thought so much disaster possible your phone call yesterday couldn't listen visual sense prioritary had a go at going never thought i'd see this happen again old man passing in dust suit heard subway time again in odor death of shit rusty vengeful eyes
(cutups!) |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» ashtraygirl replied on Thu Mar 13, 2003 @ 7:24pm |
 Coolness: 89470 | Pornography (ok its a Cure song, but whatever its poetic enough)
a hand in my mouth a life spills into the flowers we all look so perfect as we all fall down in an electric glare the old man cracks with age she found his last picture in the ashes of the fire an image of the queen echoes round the sweating bed sour like the yellow sounds inside my head in books and in films and in life and in heaven sounds of slaughter as the body turns but its too late another day like today and i'll kill you a desire for flesh and real blood i'll watch you drown in the shower pushing my life through your open eyes i must fight this sickness find a CURE. |
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